You know that it’s summer when neighboring lawns become littered with household goods and florescent colored poster boards come out to advertise great and big yard sales (which usually are neither great nor big) and arrows to point the way to mostly junk with hidden treasures. Richard and Jaime will spot yard sales from a mile away – I rarely notice even if I am standing in said yard.
Yard sailing each weekend doesn’t appeal to me – though we had a specific hunt and hit 5 yard sales yesterday – making an unnecessary purchase at four – spending the most at the estate sale. No refrigerator though. We don’t need one but Biff and Clair will be leaving and are in need of something bigger than the 20 inch fridge that they purchased specifically for Ally’s shot medicine.
Yesterday seemed like a good day for
yard sales. Heavy clouds with the
promises of rain – at least that’s how the sky read. There was no rain, but the air wasn’t
unbearably hot. It was a good temperature.
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